When Li Shi woke up from the cave in the morning, she found a gun and a dagger where Luo Jun had been lying. She realized Luo Jun had left.
Her feet were still not fully healed, but they didn't hurt as much as the previous night.
She slipped on her socks, now stained purple, and carefully put on her shoes, slowly walking out of the cave.
The cold outside air sent a chill through her body.
She saw a desolate wilderness around her, and a sense of fear from being away from people eroded her already fragile independence.
The strength she displayed came from the presence of others by her side.
As long as someone was with her, she wouldn't feel afraid, even if it was a child younger than her – at least that would trigger her protective instincts.
She looked around, swallowed hard, then ran back and picked up the gun from the ground, tucking the dagger into her belt.
This gave her a sense of security.
Although Luo Jun had taught her many survival skills, when she truly had to face being alone, she lacked the courage.
So she walked up the rocky slope, looked around, then came back down and sat in the cave.
"Uncle will surely come back for me! I'll just wait here."
Li Shi comforted herself like this, checking the remaining food and fresh water.
She didn't dare eat too much food, as digestion would consume a lot of water, making her feel very thirsty. Her bamboo tube only had two-thirds of water left.
It would barely last two days and one night.
As long as she had food, going hungry for a day or two wouldn't be a problem.
Thinking this, she put the stakes back in front of her.
There were many ways to overcome fear and loneliness, but most of them required environmental advantages. Reading, knitting, playing with electronics, and other distracting activities helped, but none of those were available in the wilderness. So it was easy to sink deeper into those feelings.
Just like some patients with claustrophobia, when they were alone in a sealed space, their attention would be completely focused on fear.
So as long as they didn't leave that enclosed environment, those with claustrophobia would become more and more crazed.
Unless there was something to distract their attention from the oppressive feeling of the environment.
Although Li Shi had always thought of herself as an independent, strong woman, the truth was, she had no choice. Her parents were not around, and until she was six years old, she didn't even live in China – she was cared for by a nanny in a villa. Once, the nanny died in a car accident on her way to work, and Li Shi's parents didn't know about it until two days later.
A five-year-old child lived alone at home for two days, with no one else around, day or night.
One can only imagine...
After that, Li Shi was terrified of being alone.
But to resist this inner weakness, she always put on a very strong appearance to hide her true fear.
It was a psychological self-defense mechanism.
She sat alone in the cave, hugging her knees tightly, nervously watching the narrow entrance, her body trembling as tears unwittingly flowed out.
...
The women on the beach cried helplessly around the bonfire.
There were eighteen women in total, eleven young women and seven middle-aged women.
Among the eleven young women, seven were recently married, and some of their husbands had already died in the woods, while others had entered the forest with the captain and the mercenaries.
It was unknown whether they could make it back alive.
Now they needed a leader to guide everyone, as without the men, they could only rely on themselves to survive.
"We can't wait here anymore. Jones betrayed us, and the men have entered the forest with the mercenaries. Once they find what they're looking for, they will definitely kill our men. When they return to the shore and find the ship is gone, they won't spare us either."
The speaker was Aisha, the woman who had previously attended to Jones.
She had two young daughters, sixteen and eighteen, who were by her side, assisting their distressed mother.
"Where can we go? If we leave here, we'll starve and freeze to death!"
Someone said, as the women looked at their thin clothing.
"Yes, and if the men come back and don't find us here, they'll think we left with Jones."
The women couldn't make up their minds, especially those whose husbands were still part of the team – they were unwilling to leave.
Aisha saw their foolishness and felt anxious inside.
Although she didn't expect Jones to betray them, she had spent some time around him and knew how cunning he was. Being around such a person, she must have picked up some insights.
Even a little would provide her a chance at survival.
"Haven't you witnessed their cruelty? They're just as cold-blooded and ruthless as Jones. We're no longer useful to them, and with your men in their hands, they're sure to kill them and worry you might retaliate. They won't let you live either. Even single women – do you really think they'll take good care of you? Other than venting their desires, as long as they don't starve you to death, they can continue abusing you. And if you get pregnant, do you think you can survive here?"
Aisha's words silenced the women.
It was one thing on the island, where there were safety measures. But on this deserted island, those men only interested in their own gratification would never care whether the women lived or died.
In such an environment, getting pregnant would be a death sentence. Not to mention the risks of infection during childbirth, even the basic living conditions during pregnancy couldn't be met. With malnutrition, the fetus would die in the womb, and the woman would miscarry. Without medical care, it was equally deadly.
"But we have nowhere to go!"
The women cried.
Aisha thought of Luo Jun, but she couldn't mention him, because then the women would accuse her of hiding information from them and she would be ostracized.
Moreover, she had previously been with Jones, so their resentment would be directed at her.
She wasn't afraid for herself, but feared for her two daughters, that they might be attacked. Human nature could not withstand such trials – the harsher the living conditions, the deeper the hatred would grow.
Once it erupted, lives could be lost!
So she could only temporarily lead them away from here, until Luo Jun's reinforcements arrived.
Of course, she didn't know there would be no reinforcements.
And she now regretted telling Jones about Luo Jun. If she hadn't, things might have turned out differently.
"We've been living on the island for two months and learned some basic survival skills. We can survive in the forest. We don't need to go far, just follow the river upstream. As long as we have water, we can find a campsite by the river, and with the rice Jones left for us, we can survive for some time."
Aisha looked at the piles of rice and canned food by the tents.
Those were what Jones had ordered them to bring from the ship – Jones' final act of kindness.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!